Untouchable Characters Novels & Stories

When I came home and saw Mireille playing princess while Michale smiled at the head of the table—I knew. They had won. Because obedience mattered more to my mother than truth ever did. So I became the ghost in my own house. Watching from the corners while my mother whispered sweet nothings to Mireille. Her words to me were always sharp. Measured. Cold. Then came Elias. For a while, he was the only light I had. The first person who made me feel like I was enough—just the way I was. He wasn’t like the others from our world. He was gentler. Smarter. Kinder.

"No one’s going to bite." Ana inhaled deeply and stepped forward, she could see past clusters of men in tailored suits, their gazes lingering as she walked by. She kept her chin up, reminding herself she was in control. And then she saw him. Throne Lancaster. A man who commanded the entire room without uttering a single word. A very wealthy man, everyone knew who he was, Throne Lancaster. She had only seen him on T.V shows, in different interviews on his company. Even she knew his name. CEO of Majesties, a billion-dollar luxury brand specializing in high-end footwear. Ruthless in business. Cold, calculating, and dangerously attractive.

Something had exploded in my body, and all the cells were clamoring for an outlet to vent. "Heather, I'm married. I can't let my wife down," I said, battling with myself. My head spun, feeling heavy, while the part of my body her hands touched seemed to be ablaze. Her touch was like a remedy, icy, and yet it ignited a deeper longing within me.

Alpha Damon said as if it was a normal thing. "I don't want to accept any greeting. I don't want to be your concubine!" I protested. "Is that so?" I opened my mouth to say something, but someone pinched my legs. No, not someone. Two people pinched me simultaneously. "Ah!" I winced. I looked down and saw both Miss Aurora and Grace shaking their heads at me. When I looked up, I saw the Beta and the Gamma do the same thing. I knew what they were all telling me.

By making love to each other ,not only their bodies but their souls become one. Dhruv never expected to get married and fall in love .He thought that he wasn't lucky and his tainted soul didn't deserve love . After Dhruti entered his life everything got changed. She loved him for the person he was...she understood his worth and he was a diamond. The way he accepted her childishness, her non stop blabbering and her short tempered nature ,She can't help but thank God enough for making him her life partner. It was the story of those untainted souls who suffered---- Dhruv ,Shrestha and Dharam.

At the screen, now dark, having timed out while I read. "You knew who I was before I came over that wall," I said. "I knew who Ghost was," he said. "Which is not the same thing." I looked at him. "Ghost is documented," he said. "Extensively. Nine years of documented activity leaves a recoverable pattern regardless of how careful the operator." He paused. "Chris Lee is considerably less documented." "Chris Lee is a construct," I said. "Parts of him are," Matt said. "Not all."

She opened it slowly and ripped it open. Inside one card, matte black, and thick. Midway, in neat handwriting: 'You look better when you're mine.' Underneath it Dante Navarro. Her knees buckled. "Jesus Christ," she breathed as she looked at the card. The phone vibrated again. This time, a message. Unknown: Did you receive my gift, counselor? She laid the phone down on the table, as if it was too hot to handle.

"Whoever Madame Tarot chooses doesn't get to say no." I frowned. This wasn't the script I'd been expecting. Wasn't The Real VIP the one under pressure? Why the sudden detour to Luna Dora? Across the room, The Real VIP stood frozen, one hand clenched so tight her knuckles had gone white. She looked seconds away from collapse--except now she was watching with stunned relief, like the executioner had misread the name on the list. Madame Tarot loomed over Luna Dora. Still no cards. No crystal ball. No props.

This time we both laughed together, she really was amazing, her voice, her laugh, her hands, and her sense of humor were incredible, refreshing. "Thank you," she said pulling me out of my thoughts, "I really appreciate that you like it, even knowing that you didn't want me to touch you forty minutes ago." "Yes, well, I'm not very adept at contact," I replied, embarrassed. "Christian Gray," she whispered almost voicelessly now working my legs. “What?” I asked confused, "Who’s that?" She gave me one of her laughs again. "He's a fictional character from a book who doesn't like to be touched because in his childhood someone put out cigarettes on his chest," she explained, pressing my right calf,

“No offense, you’re a nice guy and all.” “None taken.” Christopher continued to smile. “Although, maybe I could change your mind on that.” “I like this guy.” Charise said simply clapping. “Determination and easy on the eyes.” “I am so sorry for her; she was born without a filter.” Elaina said looking apologetically at Christopher. “Anything she thinks comes out of her mouth and she can’t stay out of anyone’s business.” Beside her Charise seemed unphased busy helping herself to the apple on her tray.